War Horse.

{His POV(12 Days before)}

The morning dew wet my shoes as I walked through the grass towards my car.

The sun not yet awake, Still paints a pink splatter across the sky as it night changes to day.

I get in the car, greeting my driver as I do.

Today is a special occasion, My first government job, hopefully. If things go wrong I have extraction prepared.

We pull in to the runway and up to the custom private tactical aircraft.

I nod to the cabin crew and my ground crew as I get on, Making sure to hand them they're monthly pay.

$15,000 for the Captain and $8,000 for the stewardess.

$10,000 for the body guard, $8,000 for the driver and $7,000 for the recon.

Next the cleanup crew. They all got paid the same wage. $10,000 each. Making my total spent for that morning a whopping $98,000.

We took off silently, Everyone anticipating what was to come.

After an undisclosed amount of time we enter U.S. Airspace. For a short period of time we fly undetected before I allow the pilot to turn off stealth mode.

Less than 4 minutes later the aircraft is intercepted and we hear the radio come to life asking us to Identify.

I don't allow the pilot to answer, Instead I grab the radio and speak.

"The famed F-22 Raptors! I'm honored really I am"

I say taunting them slightly.

"Identify yourself or you will be shot down. Any survivors will be taken into custody." The pilot of the F-22 says commandingly.

"Equus Belli" I say giving the name of my aircraft. It has no ID and is a peculiar make, Nothing about it is identifiable unless you already know of it.

The radio buzzed to life as the pilots voice came through. "Welcome to the United States Shadow, we will have Washington International cleared for landing."

I felt invincible. Governments moved for me, Tourists, Aristocrat's, Businessmen and Women would have to wait to land. All so I could land first.

After a few minutes we touched down on the runway. A car was waiting to pick me up.

It was sleek but visibly armored, A Cadillac it looked like. Possibly from the presidential escort fleet.

The driver gets out to greet me. "Shadow, Welcome. I'll be driving you to the white house, I am simon"

He extended his hand to which I refused to touch. "How many people does this seat?" I ask in a semi demanding tone.

"Well it seats 2 in the front and 5 in the back." He says puzzledly before asking "Why do you ask?"

I turn to look at my crew counting out people.

"We need 5 more seats" I say as I finish counting.

"We were told only to send one car.." (Simon says) 👀

"No problem. Give me fifteen minutes, I've got a connection here."

I take out my phone and make a quick call. Fifteen minutes later a cargo helicopter descends and drops a crate.

After opening the crate an armored GMC Denali is revealed.

"Perfect, This can seat 7 comfortably and 8 If absolutely necessary." I say happily.

"Simon, You'll be driving those 5 and him." I say pointing to the cleanup crew and reconnaissance expert. "My driver here will follow loosely behind with Me and them" I say pointing to the cabin crew and my security gaurd.

"B-but sir-" Simon protests "I am under strict orders to drive you myself...I would be in serious trouble if you did not come in my car."

"You'd be in much worse trouble if I didn't arrive at all, Since the military has already confirmed my landing at this airport." I say already getting into the passengers seat of the Denali.

Simon looks pleadingly at the cleanup crew who collectively decided to remain silent. He switches his pleading look to the reconnaissance expert who simply shrugs and replies "You heard the boss" as he gets in the front passenger seat.

Simon reluctantly gets in and drives to the Whitehouse as my driver follows.

After several minutes we arrive at the Whitehouse and the secret service comes out to retrieve us.

As we all enter the Whitehouse following the one guiding us I can faintly hear Simon getting yelled at.

"Poor guy" I think to myself "If only he brought another driver."